"My lady." Everett bowed to his wife as he joined her at the edge of the dance floor, a glass of champagne held out as an offering to her. As she took it Everett moved to stand next to her looking out at the crowd around them and taking a sip of his own drink. "What do you think of the decorations?" He had no eye for such but even he felt they were rather overboard. His wife, he was sure, would have a very strong opinion on the matter however and he dearly loved to see her relax as she did when she spoke of things she held a strong opinion on.